Autonomy

The stars are violently twinkling.

Millions and billions of years ago, they decided to stir it up,

That some thing may appreciate their light messages tonight.

Too Revealing

The way she holds in her hands your face

and closely examines its features;

She pets the multifarious colored man-beard sprouting.

Clear Your Throat

My father's disposition was always something to be simultaneously admired and pitied and embraced.

The characteristic disruption in his voice, when important and mundane and filler words filled with love spilled from his brain to his lips to my ears,

was more like a temporary spastic cough,

than a conventional clearing of the throat, a habitual pause for

emphasis.

You have left me with nothing, save a bitter taste in mouth.

Heraclitus and Morpheus

Heraclitus and Morpheus

Constant waves of change hit my recognition like a heavy wall of water.

Splash.

And then subside

only for a moment.

And,

Splash! Again!

Experience: sense that.

No; sense me.

Conscious

and then back to the dark

and then, permeate

The Dough like

The Cookie Cutter

Some doodles

The last three are representations of what I like to call "Id Art". The concept comes from a combination of abstract expressionism and Freud's structure of the mind.

Ephemeral epiphanies

I am sitting on my roof in my underwear, nonchalantly smoking a cigarette, looking at the stars. Some cars drive by and I become self-conscious and I straighten out my legs. I become self-conscious because there is an observer. I begin to think of photons and how their state is contingent on an observer. They become self-conscious when observation is taking place. I realize that the photon is self-conscious because I am self-conscious; they are one in the same self-consciousness. I realize that the world is conscious of itself because I am conscious of my self. I inhale deeply as this realization hits me with a pang.